Lee Minho lay curled against you, his head resting lightly on your stomach as his fingers traced aimless patterns along the back of your hand.

The room was cloaked in soft shadows as his gaze flickered up to you, dark eyes glinting while he lifted your wrist, almost absentmindedly.

"Baby, I'm getting hungry again.."

He says in a sing song tone, his voice low and wrapped in a hint of that hunger he often tried to hide. His fingers pressed the inside of your wrist, feeling out your pulse. He pulled your hand closer, his lips rest at your skin as his eyes meet yours again, checking one last time.